Mom said, "You know, I finally figured out what to do with Djinn-Djinn," referring to the ashes of the family Yorkshire Terrier who died shortly before I got Fuzzball. "You remember how he used to like to walk around the perimeter of the property?"
"Mom," I exclaimed, "he didn't like to do it; I trained him to do that!"
"Whatever," she replied. "Before I moved, I walked around the perimeter of the property where he used to go and deposited his ashes."
If dogs have an afterlife, somewhere that poor animal is cursing me out.